You rest under the weaved roof of your tent, holding your baby against your chest. His soft coos mix in with the sound of soft wind blowing on Pandora.
"Lawnol a mì te’lan," you sing softly, almost whispering. Jake's ears perk from outside. He sits quaintly on his knees, parallel to the entrance of the tent. His pupils dilate as he turns his head and peeks at you and his son. His eyes burn into the side of your head.
You don't notice. You don't catch him admiring the way your eyes stare lovingly at your boy, or at how the beads in your hair sit perfectly and compliment your features. Your beautiful baby, Neteyam, relaxes in your arms while you stroke his head with your thumb.
"Ngaru irayo seiyi ayoe," you sing another line of your songcord, closing your eyes in peace with your child. Jake's heart flutters. You slowly swivel your body, ensuring to keep Neteyam asleep. You rise up from the ground and tip toe to the baby cradle. A sharp inhale leaves your mouth as you set him down, sighing as he squirms in his sleep.
Your head snaps around as something scurries past the entrance of the tent. You kneel to the ground, peering out. Your ears perk up as you hear the scraping and cutting of wood. A maternal instinct kicks in. Your pupils contract.
Your feet tap on the floor lightly as you scoot towards the noise, turning around after every few steps to check on Neteyam. You push the flaps of the tent away and put your eyes on Jake. He sits and holds an ovular shaped piece of wood, carving it attentively with his adorned dagger. The expression on his face is concentrated. His brows are furrowed and he grinds his teeth.
You sigh in relief and scamper to him, like a spider. He looks up when he sees you, his face softening.
"Ma'Jake, you scared me," you take a knee next to him and place your hand on his broad shoulder. His hair is tied back and he brushes off his craft with his fingers, catching your attention. Your eyes widen as you stare at it in awe. It is shaped like a strange face, hollowed out on the inside, having an eye-like droopy feature with holes and a saggy mouth.
"How's my beautiful baby mama?" he smiles and watches your face, but you don't look up.
"I did not know you were an artisan, a maker of crafts," you reach out and rub the item. "What do you call this?" your voice is filled with wonder and curiosity. You are thrilled by Jake's new creation.
"On Earth, around this time, the sky people have a celebration. Called Halloween. We eat sweets and...dress up. Look," he holds it up to his face, making it look like he has long eyes and a droopy mouth. Your ears fold back and you laugh. Jake takes it down and looks at it, then drops it in his lap.
"This is a mask, um," he struggles to explain the concept to you. A native Na'vi would not understand this easily, but you try your best. "We have a lot of characters and stories on earth. So we make masks and clothes to be them, this mask is a ghost face, like aungia," he picks it up, giving you a second to look at it.
"Eltur tìtxen si!" you grab it from his hand. You think it is so beautiful. Often, sky people and their ideas upset you. They are very violent and close-minded to you. But this was different. A unique celebration that they had. You never saw anyone else talk about it, but you were intrigued.
"You put it on your face, to pretend," Jake tells you. You listen to him and hold it up, turning your face to him. He chuckles and looks down at the ground.
"We'll make a small one, for Neteyam! And then we'll pick berries and eat sweets!" you're jumping with excitement as you take the mask off and hold it up against your chest. Jake nods in approval, with a smile that reaches his eyes.
"We'll have to share the food, too. Give it out to other people," he says.
"Of course! Even better," you sigh and lean into his arms, setting the mask aside.
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